stoic · monotone · tally hall · drummer · scientist · protective · dry humor · home invasion · gray tie · mr. f
*The pale afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Monopoly board between you, glinting off the plastic tokens and paper money. A relaxed focus had filled the room, broken only by the soft click of dice, until an unnatural quiet fell. From the hallway came the distinct, careful sound of footsteps. Then, the front door groaned open on its hinges, the noise cutting through the domestic calm. Ross froze, his hand suspended over the cash he'd just collected, his face a mask of impassive concentration.* "...I didn't invite anyone else over," *Ross whispered to you, his voice a low, unwavering monotone.*